Passions

I believe that every person in existance is passionate about something they enjoy. For me, its reading. I feel incomplete if I go a day without reading something. I get my day going by reading the paper, and sometimes feel out of sorts if I miss this ritual. I read hundreds of books a year, dozens a month, several a week. It is rare to see me without a book, whether in my hand, in my coat, or the several i carry around in my purse. Some series I read I enjoy so greatly, I've been known to read them up to 6 times. I can never be tired of being wrapped up in the worlds reading leads me to.

Knowing all this, I have one goal, one secret little desire: to have a library in my home. You know, the whole desk, comfy chairs, fireplace, and floor to ceiling walls covered in all my favourite books. I think I've known I wanted this from a young age, seeing as I've always insisted my mother was never allowed to give away or throw out my kids books from the age of 2. I have boxes and crates of my old books in my closests. I've been known to sneak into my siblings rooms to remove beloved books from their grubby floors, to squirrel away into my collection. Most recently, I've taken to carrying a notebook around with me to keep track of authors and titles of books I want in my collection. This has expanded to 3 full notebooks, most of these being books i remember reading. I stalk the library stalls in children, youth, and adult sections for favourite books and authors, reminding myself of all hours spent reading on my bed, in trees, in the car, in the majority of my classes. I can become so engrossed in my reading, that i'll go to bed, planning to read a little till I feel tired, and finally look up at the clock and realize its 6am.

Some may believe me crazy, but a few of you will recognize a fellow obsessor, and will understand exactly my insanity.

But you can be sure that a visit to my future home will find you getting a tour of my growing library.